Woods Beyond Riversleigh

Beyond Riversleigh Manor, not marked on any map, lies the enchanted Murmuring Wood, where the sylphs and nature spirits play, and the trees talk, and brooks babble. Watched over by Imogen Crest the Hermit, when not at the Lemurian Hermitage, on a Grand Tour, or at the City of Ladies in Cyberia, it is usually a place of infinite peace, wisdom and exploration. Yet it also contains the magical
Faraway Tree, where Madame L’Enchanteur is mistress of many mysterious lands. Herself a mystery, no-one has ever been able to predict what will happen in Lemuria. Yet what is known is that no journey is done, but through the woods, and through the trees…

“Here we go round the mulberry bush
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush
Here we go round the mulberry bush
So early in the morning…”
(Old English Nursery Rhyme.)

“A single fruit grew on that tree, a bright pomegranate fruit. Persephone stood up in the chariot and plucked the fruit from the tree. Then did Aidoneus prevail upon her to divide the fruit, and, having divided it, Persephone ate seven of the pomegranate seeds.”
-The Golden Fleece
by Padraic Colum
(1881-1972)

Ancient Greek Mythology – Play – Marriage of Cupid and Psyche

Aphrodite: “Well, since I am obliged to hear the prayers of those who appeal in the name of love, I will speak to Cupid. But first you must accomplish several tasks. First separate this large bag of millet and poppy seeds into 2 piles by dawn.” (exit)

Psyche: “Well here’s one black seed, and there’s a white one. Here’s another black one. Oh, what am I thinking. There’s millions of these black and white seeds mixed together. I can never get them sorted before dawn. I’m lost.” (lies down)

Sorry to be such a spoiler,,,here mulberry bushes look nothing like the pics the are huge trees…True they are laden with dark purple berries but the birds eat them and splash their products all over the clean wash on the line…Ya, if you use a dryer it is not so big a problem. Inspite, I grew one fr a single twig and cannot perform the coup de tete..instead I crop this sion of mine and hope for the best.

To share the beauty of your native land is such a wonderful thing that you do, thinking of this makes me homesick at times for the place where I knew as a child the names of the trees, the flowers and which berries were safe for me to eat. How great must be the depth of your caring when you make these beautiful pictures. Fran